Silver seraphs, p.21

  Silver Seraphs, p.21

   part  #1 of  Adamantine Chronicles Series

Silver Seraphs
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She giggled.

  I added, as I caressed her face softly, “It helps that you’re the way you are. It’s not that I don’t feel protective of you, I do, just not against violence.”

  She tilted her head, and smiled, “I see.”

  She bit her lip, and said, “Us. We should…” she sighed into my mouth, as I claimed her lips hungrily. Her body melted against me, and she gasped into my mouth as I squeezed her ass firmly. Her arms and legs went around me, and she used it for leverage to grind against my obvious bulge.

  She drove me crazy, and my heart raced as I pushed her up against the wall next to the door.

  She looked up at me with naked lust in her eyes when I broke the kiss, and she ground against me again, and then breathlessly started to cast. Two phrases later, she was still looking into my eyes, but she was also completely naked in my arms.

  “Daniel,” she said in a sweet, sultry, and needy begging voice.

  I sent a concerted thought to my amulet, which sucked in my clothes but didn’t replace them. I groaned, at the feel of her perfectly round B cups teasing my chest, with hard strained nipples, and the burning wet heat between her legs felt like paradise as she ground against my hard length, crushing it against my stomach and leaving a trail of hot liquid desire.

  “Liss?”

  She bit her lip, “You want me to say it? I need you to fuck me, put that big dick in me, please.”

  Oh hell, her sweet sexy and slightly sultry tone blew my mind, and because she was such a lady and never ever cursed otherwise, it was especially hot to hear her say those crude and lewd words.

  She ground against me again and left another long trail of liquid silk on my cock from her moist and ready pussy.

  She said teasingly, “I’ve been dreaming of you fucking me since the fight ended hours ago. Taking me, loving me, claiming me. Forcefully, as I surrendered everything to you. Fuck, I think I’m turning into a nympho, your nympho, I love how you feel in me.”

  That was it, I squeezed her ass firmly and lifted her slightly, as I bent my knees, and then pushed up into her firmly. The first few inches entered her hot and wet paradise, and we both let out a sharp gasp of pleasure. She was still so impossibly tight, but less so than last night and there was plenty of her satiny liquid lubrication to ease the way.

  I started to fuck up into her, there was no other word for it, as I stroked up into her, burying myself a little further with each stroke, while she whispered my name in encouragement, while she literally surrendered herself to me.

  She was hardly passive either, despite me having most of the leverage, she rolled her hips, and used her leverage to enhance both our pleasure with sensual movements that matched my thrusts. She was incredible, a virgin last night, but so giving she just listened to her instincts, as I fully buried myself into her young, petite, nubile, and sexy body.

  She pulled my head forward with her hands, her fingernails teased the back of my neck, as she practically shoved her nipple into my mouth. She gasped and tightened around me, when I lightly bit down, sucked, and pulled my head back lightly at the same time.

  I meant to wait a little for her body to get used to me, but she ground herself against me aggressively, and bent her head down.

  She whispered in my ear, “Fuck me, take me hard, fast, and until you cum. Just take your pleasure from my body, and that will be mine.”

  Holy hell, where had this wild sexpot come from? She’d been wild last night, but this was something else.

  My cock twitched hard at her naughty encouragement, and I went straight to hardcore long strokes, firm, hard, and fast, as I impaled my cock up into her over and over again. Her body was sliding up and down the wall, and sweet gasps of pleasure, sultry feminine moans, and sweet dirty words of encouragement fell from her lips.

  I kind of lost it then, and bit down harder on her nipple, and fucked up into her as fast and hard as I could. The bliss of her tight liquid friction around my cock, and her walls hugging and sliding along my sensitive head were unbelievable. Add in her filthy and hot talk, her thanks for biting her and asking for harder, her encouragement to use her body and fill it with my seed, and how she loved being taken by me, it was all making my mind spin, as euphoria filled my body and mind.

  Then as if to prove all her words true, she gasped my name and started to convulse around me, and she milked my cock as she flooded my balls and inner thighs with her satiny liquid bliss. Her gasps and keens of ultimate pleasure, while her grinds and counter movements became sloppy as hell, were overwhelming.

  That was about all I could take, and I grunted her name like an animal, squeezed her ass tightly, and looked up into her eyes as I started to pulse inside of her. My legs were locked, or else I’d have fallen to the ground and dropped her, as my balls emptied into her nubile young body.

  She bit her lip as we came down, her warm brown eyes both sated, trusting, adoring even, but a bit nervous.

  “That was amazing, did I freak you out?”

  I laughed, “Surprised, but not freaked out. That was… hot.”

  She sighed softly in pleasure, and squeezed around me, “It was. Take me to bed, Daniel?”

  I nodded, and lifted her up off me, and put her down just long enough to scoop her up in my arms.

  She smirked as her arms went around me, “That’s not what I meant,” she teased in a soft voice, but I could tell she was pleased as I carried her toward her bedroom.

  She said softly, “I trust you with everything, I wanted to try out dirty talk, see if I could get you to lose control too. I’m… I really liked that, it got me off when you lost it.”

  I smirked, as I laid down beside her.

  “Thank you, for the trust. I’d be happy to try anything once with you. You meant all that, or just a bedroom game?”

  She blushed, “No, I was telling the truth, ever since the fight I’ve been moist, and wanting you again. I think the nympho part is true too, I had no idea sex could be that good, and after last night and this morning…” she trailed off and shrugged, then added, “The other stuff, when the mood strikes, and only in the bedroom. I do like you to take me, but I also like riding you. There’s a lot of things I want to try, with you. I know I can trust you, and I’m falling for you hard, if I’m not there already.”

  “Right, so I can take your mouth without a by your leave, at least when you’re in that kind of mood, but if I tell you to do the dishes, you’d kick my ass.”

  She giggled, “Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

  She felt so warm and soft in my arms, and I felt tenderness toward her after that wild and somewhat nasty coupling against the wall.

  I said, “I really love your eyes.”

  She blushed, “Your hazel ones are warm too, and I love how you’re looking at me.”

  “How’s that?”

  She bit her lip, and whispered, “Like I’m precious to you, like you love me.”

  “I think I do, but that’s crazy. It’s been a week since we met.”

  She grinned, “A week and six hours.”

  I snorted, and she giggled.

  “I guess you’re just that amazing.”

  She rolled her eyes, “Joking again?”

  I shrugged, “Can’t let you see the truth, how much I adore you, am enthralled by you, and how much I’m wrapped around your finger already. How much I love you.”

  I caressed her face gently, as her eyes widened and then softened.

  She whispered, “I love you too, no matter how insane that sounds. You are the man I’ve always wanted, and so much more I didn’t know I needed. I feel so safe, when you hold me in your arms.”

  I asked, “What now, besides the fact I’m going to make love to you in a minute.”

  My heart pounded harder in that moment than it back in the fight earlier in the day. She was so young, so beautiful, and I felt the aching vulnerability of the moment. I was lost in her.

  She smirked, “I think we need to just stick with what we have now, no crazy commitments. Accept that this happened fast, that maybe we’re made for each other, but no commitments. I’m still eighteen after all.”

  “No commitments? Are you saying you want to see other people?”

  She snorted, “No. Not that I’ve dated before, but I’m a one at a time person. I can’t imagine wanting anyone else, Daniel. I can say that with complete confidence, I’ll never cheat on you. I’ll also have to kill you if you stray.”

  I laughed, “Noted, and I feel the same way. So, what did you mean?”

  She shrugged, “We are where we are. In love, sharing beds, in a week. I just meant that seems like the last step we should take for a long time. No engagement, we won’t be getting married on the strip anytime soon. We should just enjoy it, grow together, and take our time before the really big steps.”

  “Oh,” I said in a hurt voice, “I thought you loved me?”

  She slapped my chest, and then grinned up at me, “Goofball.”

  “Yes, your loving goofball. So, yes, I can agree to that. I suppose no moving in together either.”

  She sniffed snootily, “Of course not, silly man. That’s a serious commitment! We’ll lie to ourselves instead, and just swap beds each night. That way I can tell myself I only sleep over your place half the time.”

  I laughed, “I agree, that sounds much healthier.”

  She had a good point, it was all really fast, but I was undoubtedly already smitten. Still, I knew a lot about her, and the many facets of her personality, but there was still a lot to learn. The honeymoon phase wouldn’t last forever, but I truly believed we’d already started to lay down a solid foundation that would pass that test of time. The shallow sex and the chemical attraction were far from the only things that bound us together.

  Plus, I was pretty set in my ways at twenty-four, she was still just eighteen, and she would change a lot over the next four to six years, where I’d be pretty much the same when I got to thirty. It wouldn’t be a problem for me, I was fairly sure she would only grow more magnificent as she gained confidence and finally accepted that she was worthy of her power.

  She was already past amazing, and shone for me, but I knew that radiance was just a pale shadow to the woman she’d one day be.

  The big question in my mind was if she’d still want a geeky goofball when she fully matured and became the woman she’d be for the rest of her life. Eighteen was definitely adult, and for a super with a hard past she was much more mature than a normal eighteen-year-old woman, but it was a concern I had.

  I already couldn’t imagine my life without her warm brown eyes adoring me, and her sweet teasingly mischievous nature and tender vulnerability that she hid from everyone but me. It was what it was though, and I wouldn’t borrow grief from the future, against a time where she might fall out of love with me. She was mine for now, and that was good enough, and I’d enjoy every minute of it.

  That was the plan, anyway, and I was off to a good start on it.

  Nothing lasted forever, but I already hoped for a lifetime. Which really, given I’d known her for a week, was insane. She was just that special.

  “It’s been over a minute,” she noted in a teasing voice.

  Quite right, I’d made a promise, one I was happy to keep, and for the first time, we made sweet vulnerable love together.

  It was intense, beautiful, and mind-blowingly euphoric, as I took her with painfully gentle and slow strokes, as we lovingly gazed into one another’s eyes, and the sweet sounds of her pleasure made mine soar. She was all that existed for me in that moment, along with the pleasure that we engendered in each other.

  Her sweet cries of bliss were music to my ears, as she came undone under my inexorable but slow sensuous assault. Each slight movement of our bodies felt like a blissful eternity of its own, as my nerves sparked and sent waves of euphoria through me with an intensity that took my breath away.

  I lost count of the amount of times she came for me, each one a little more intense than the preceding one, and I only took my own pleasure in her body, when her trembling sweat soaked body and wide beautiful eyes were on the edge of overstimulation.

  I cradled her gently in the spooning position afterwards, while she twitched and jerked in shocks of after pleasure, and past the obvious pleasure of it, I’d never felt so intimate or vulnerable with a woman before, not even those two in college that I’d dated for months.

  She was one of a kind, at least, for me she was. Precious, beyond my ability to measure.

  I held her tightly as we approached sleep, and we exchanged teasing words, playful words, and words of deep love. There was nowhere in the universe I’d have rather been in that moment, she was mesmerizing.

  I wasn’t sure what would happen next. My dream of making her my friend and partner had been blown out of the water, and what’d happened had exceeded my dreams by a wide margin. She was my lover, my partner, and she was growing to be one of my closest friends ever as well.

  But, I’d hardly made any progress with the other two. By progress I mean trusting friendships, to become a true superhero team in Silver City, not just a collection of four supers who work for the government as independent contracted agents. An empty job we punched a timeclock for. We did trust each other with our lives, but not with our hearts or our true selves.

  Carol, Myriad, seemed to accept me now, the last two days, but she was shy and I hadn’t really seen her open up yet, not really. There was a formality between us I didn’t know how to break through.

  Tina, Red Siren, seemed even farther away, I got the impression she didn’t trust men at all, and rather held them in contempt. I really had an uphill battle on that one, and at best she acted neutrally toward me, and saw me as suspect.

  I had a lot of work ahead, to make that goal and dream come true, and be part of a true superhero team.

  Still, with my sweet and lovely Alyssa in my arms, her warm body wiggled back against mine as she cradled my spent cock between her ass cheeks, I had to admit, things were going pretty damned well.

  The future was ours to make.

  Afterword:

  I hope you enjoyed the story. Daniel’s and Alyssa’s beginning was fun to write, book two and three of course will expand in the expected direction as far as the harem aspect, as well as bring new enemies, surprises, and challenge. Happy reading!

  If you can, please take the time to leave a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads. Reviews are critically important for an author’s success, especially us independent ones. It doesn’t have to be long, or flowery, just a few honest words if you feel moved to do so. Thanks for reading!

  About the Author: If you have any comments or suggestions you can send me an email at magicwrtr@gmail.com. I started out posting short stories online and at readers’ requests started to publish them. If you like my work, or even if you don’t, please consider leaving a review of this book.

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

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  Marcus, an ancient vampire, finds himself moved to another world where suddenly he is alive again, and magic is a known and powerful danger. No longer a vampire and dealing with emotions he hasn’t felt in over a millennium, will he be able to start a new life? This series is now complete.

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  Vincent is a necromancer and has an even darker secret. Feared by the rest of the supernatural community he lives on his own, often struggling with his powers, and how to use them. But change is coming, and he will soon find himself dragged into the middle of a suspicious and untrusting community.

  Anise is a sorceress, but she has secrets of her own. She is an ancient being, who has walked the earth for time immemorial. She lives in a never ending cycle of life, forever watching those she dares to care about age and die. But she is about to find something new that will offer her hope, if she can live long enough to find it.

  Cytherean Chronicles – Book one is Flame of Cytherea.

  This two book series follows the chosen champion of a goddess, brought to her world and healed after he was mortally wounded on Earth. At first Justin is a little lost, not knowing anything about the world he finds himself in or even why he is there.

  Ashley’s Tale – This two book series follows the tale of a woman with unique parentage in a world greatly different from our own Earth. It is twenty-five years in the future, and the supernatural have long since been exposed. Ashley must struggle with her conflicting nature to find a balance, and her hidden power, as she is taken unwillingly into an extraordinary destiny.

  Ashley’s Daughters – This three book trilogy is about Ashley’s three daughters. It’s about a new world of dragons, and a second new world of human mages and all the fallout involved. Of course, it’s also about them finding love, and their place in the worlds. It starts about twenty-eight years after the end of Ashley’s tale.

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  Sentient: Evolution – This is a sequel to the stand alone book Sentient. It takes place a thousand years later, when Aide finds herself alone and broken, yet still following her programming. Others join her as a new menace approaches, one that makes the Sthellan look like a great neighbor in comparison.

  Will Aide be able to recover and rise to a new challenge? She’s been alive too long, she must either evolve, or wither away, if only she could bring herself to care…

  More books and series can be found on my author’s page at amazon.com/author/drrosier

  The Dragon Slayer and the… This is a series of novelettes in a unique world, each story will be different characters with HEA endings. These will be about eighty pages long and priced appropriately. The first book, The Dragon Slayer and the Princess, is now available:

  Sir Lance Spears, Baron, knight dragon hunter, has been hunting dragons for ten years. It’s what he’s dedicated his life too, eradicating the dragons that destroy human villages and see humans as prey.

 
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